Draft Log #3: During v. 2.0

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone on the draft
What: Day 3-5
When: August 27th-August 29th
Where: ONCE MORE INTO THE-- ...BEACH
Summary: Like it says above. The draftees reach the beach.
Rating: V FOR VIOLENT BEHAVIOUR!!

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Day 3

[truthget]

[It's like the Third Party soldiers sent out some kind of intel. "Short blond kid? He has metal limbs. Throw him overboard." So they had. Repeatedly. And he was getting really, really tired of it. Seriously, how many times does one have to be rescued from a watery grave before one's dignity is shot completely to hell?

Not enough times, it seems, because in the middle of the unpleasantly stormy weather, as the ships draw closer to their destination, Edward is flung over the side of the ship with no one around to save him. Which is great, just great. Now he's going to drown, right?

...Nope. The Zora tunic Link had offered him works like a charm, allowing him to breathe freely while he's on the way down. That's the downside, however- he's on the way down. Sinking like a stone right to the bottom of the ocean. And, as he squints up towards the pale light of the surface, watching the shadow of the boat float away without him, an uncomfortable thought enters his mind: he is going to have to walk. Yes, walk. To the shore. The shore that is

[lostinmyway]

[In the middle of carrying a box…somewhere, Grune hears a strange sound. Locating its source, she doesn't so much as blink. Maybe small, cranky-looking boys walk out of the water here all the time.

Cheerfully, she calls out:] Hello! Are you here to help, too?

[truthget]

[Oh geez, and someone was watching him? Seriously? That's just his luck...]

...Yeah, looks that way.

[lostinmyway]

Oh, thank you! Maybe we can work together for a little while.

[truthget]

Uh, sure. You need help with that?

[Soon as he makes sure his automail isn't jammed all to hell.]

[lostinmyway]

Oh, yes, that would be very nice. It's always good to have friends help you out.

[And yes, you're headed distinctly in that direction already, Ed.]

[truthget]

[Oh well, here goes. He steps over to her, reaching out to take the one end of the box.]

Do we even know where these are going?

[lostinmyway]

[And she takes the other. With Grune about an inch shy of six feet tall in her heels, this is going to be awkward.]

Hmm.... I wonder.

[Mostly, she's been just carrying the boxes around until someone tells her where to put them or she forgets about them.]

[truthget]

Wait, you don't know? Isn't that something we should find out first?

[lostinmyway]

Do you think so?

[truthget]

Of course! Otherwise we'll just end up wandering around with this. That's a waste of time.

[lostinmyway]

Oh, all right.

[This is Grune, not going anywhere.]

[truthget]

[....Oh, good grief.] Look, let's... just follow the droids, then. They must know where this stuff is going.

[lostinmyway]

All right. [Grune attempts to wander in the direction of the nearest droid with her end of the box.]

[truthget]

[Bit of an airhead, isn't she? But whatever, they're moving now.]

How long have you been moving these things?

[lostinmyway]

[And now they're not! Grune has trouble doing two things at once--in this case, walking and thinking.]

Hmm. Let me see....